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Saturday, January 17, 2009

REMINISCENCE



narcotic screams


pepper the skyline with the flavour of sunset


and the gypsies embrace their misfortunes
with a trail of songs and rituals


let's not make this an afternoon
of empty caravans, silent cigar ashes


and black romance


poems don't come easy these days,
yet this one's been nagging me for far too long


the night air is pierced
with the cry of a solitary owl
moaning its lost love


your smile spins in the cold silence.............


snow girl,you still haunt me
in your ice blue salwaar
in my crystal mists of long ago


like the mirror haunts her own reflection......


are you still obsessed with my ancient
half- revealed secrets?


and do I still remind you of high tides


and half circles?


snow girl, I re-found you by chance
just as I had once lost you


things start happening only when you stop
expecting...........


let us hold hands tonight
as we remember the smell of cold sweat
beneath a brown moon


why do lovers always love the darkness?


is something wrong tonight?


have you, at last, found your God
in a tiny glass bottle?


or have lies freaked you out?


I have to say,
you got a bit too carried away this time!


the air is still corrupted
with a moist reminiscence..........


you almost stripped me of my manliness!


smile, my blue angel, smile


I have half solved your riddles of feminism!


snow girl, do you still search for a place
to hide my love letters?


I have long stopped pretending to be your friend


let's not talk about moth-eaten skyscrapers,
politics or glass mirrors


now is the time to get surreal,
let's twist words like it's never been done before


don't let pirate songs bother you tonight,
let it all bleed out through your blue intestines......


just ignore the clocks and old unicorns


let dreams take over now,
and lead us to a forbidden paradise


life now becomes the canvas of an unfinished
acid dream


please don't invite the ghosts
to the dinner party


snow girl


now it's only
you
and
me



PS:[every story has a beautiful beginning
it's the end that matters................]